kya hua tujhe kya hua, kya hua tujhe kya hua
panghat se nikli mai bhar ke gagriya, kya hua fir kya hua
lachki jo meri ye patli kamariya, kya hua fir kya hua
are ek bake chhore ne pakde kalayi, kya hua fir kya hua
jhatke se dekha to nikla sipahi, kya hua fir kya hua
jab re sipahiya ne khichi mori angiya
haye mori angiya dekho mori angiya
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma

rasta mera badla kheto se ab nikla
rasta mera badla kheto se ab nikla
arhar ke kheto me wo khada tha
fuslaya mujhko piche pada tha
fir din dahade gajab hui gawa
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma

hay tufano me ghiri alhad jawani meri
kya kya sambhalu, lahanga sambhalu ke choli sambhalu
ke aage sambhalu ke pichhe sambhalu
ke isko sambhalu ke usko sambhalu
hay tufano me ghiri alhad jawani meri
aisi fasi mai daiya re daiya
ghode pe aaya fir jabra sipahiya
mujhko kahi par julam hui gawa re
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma
jab re sipahiya ne khichi mori angiya
haye mori angiya dekho mori angiya
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma
bharatpur lut gaya hui mori amma


lyrics typed by: neha gupta

What ails you, what ails you, what ails you, tell me true?
From the well I drew, my earthen jug held high, what then, what then?
My slender waist did sway and bend, what then, what then?
A handsome rogue, he seized my wrist, what then, what then?
I turned, and saw, a soldier stood, what then, what then?
The soldier, then, he tore my blouse,
Oh, my blouse, see my blouse!
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!

My path now changed, through fields I fled,
My path now changed, through fields I fled.
In fields of arhar, he did wait,
He coaxed, pursued, sealed my fate.
Then, in broad daylight, a grievous wrong,
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!

My untamed youth, in storms now tossed,
What shall I save, my skirt or blouse?
The front, the back, what should I choose?
This to keep, or that to lose?
My untamed youth, in storms now tossed,
I am caught, oh dear, oh dear!
Then came a soldier, on his steed,
Where he took, a cruel deed.
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!
The soldier, then, he tore my blouse,
Oh, my blouse, see my blouse!
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!
Bharatpur is plundered, oh my mother!